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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 

REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


3JW 


OCT  12  1932  ^ 
HYMNS,  ^wiwLSEU^ 


WRITTEN  AND  ADAPTEI> 


TO 


THE  W  EEKL.Y  CHURCH  SERVICE 


THE  YEAR. 


BY  THE  RIGHT  REV.  REGINALD  HEBER,  D.  D. 

LATE  LORD  BISHOP  OF  CALCUTTA.  . 


NEW-YORK: 

G.  &  C.  CARVILL,  108  BROADWAY 
1827. 


Sleight  &  George*  Printers,  Jamaica,  L.  I. 


PREFACK. 


The  Hymns  in  this  volume  were  arranged  by 
Bishop  Heber  with  a  hope  that  they  might  be 
deemed  worthy  of  general  adoption  into  our 
churches,  and  it  was  his  intention  to  publish 
them  soon  after  his  arrival  in  India ;  but  the 
arduous  duties  of  his  situation  left  little  time, 
during  the  short  life  there  allotted  to  him,  for 
any  employment  not  immediately  connected 
with  his  diocese. 

The  work  is  now  given  to  the  world  in  com- 
pliance with  his  wishes,  and  from  an  anxious 
dfesire  that  none  of  his  labours  in  the  service 
of  Christianity  should  be  lost.    * 

Several  of  the  Hymns  are  by  the  Reverend 
H.   H.  Milman ;    one    was    contributed    by   Sir 


PREFACE. 

Walter  Scott ;  and  a  few  by  Jeremy  Taylor, 
Addison,  and  other  writers  of  former  times, 
have  been  selected  and  reprinted ;  the  remain- 
der were  composed  by  the  Bishop  at  different 
intervals  of  leisure  during  his  parochial  ministry 
in  Shropshire. 


CONTENTS, 


Advent  Sunday. — No.  1.       . 

Advent  Sunday. — No.  II. 

Second  Sunday  in  Advent. — No.  I. 

Second  Sunday  in  Advent. — No.  II. 

Second  Sunday  in  Advent. — No.  III. 

Third  Sunday  in  Advent 

Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent 

Christmas  day. — No.  I. 

Christmas  day. — No.  II. 

St.  Stephen's  day 

St.  John  the  EvangeUst's  day 

Innocent's  day       .... 

Sunday  after  Christmas,  or  Circumcision 

Epiphany. — No.  I.         .  .         . 

Epiphany. — No.  II.       . 

First  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  1. 

First  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  II. 

Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  I. 

Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  II 

Second  Sunday  after  Epipliany. — No.  Ill 

Third  Sunday  after  Epiphany 

Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  I. 

Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  II 

Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  TIT. 


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Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  IV 

Fifth  Sunday  after  Epiphany 

Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  I. 

Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. — No.  II. 

Septuagesima  Sunday    . 

Sexagesima  Sunday 

Quinquagesima. — No.  I. 

Quinquagesima. — No.  II. 

Ash  Wednesday,  or  first  Sunday  in  Lent 

Second  Sunday  in  Lent 

Third  Sunday  in  Lent    . 

Fourth  Sunday  in  Lent 

Fifth  Sunday  in  Lent     . 

Sixth  Sunday  in  Lent. — No.  I. 

Sixth  Sunday  in  Lent. — No.  II. 

Good  Friday. — No.  I. 

Good  Friday.— No.  II. 

Good  Friday.— No.  III. 

Easter  day. — No.  I. 

Easter  day. — No.  II.     . 

Easter  day. — No.  III.   . 

First  Sunday  after  Easter 

Second  Sunday  after  Easter. — No.  I. 

Another  version  of  the  same. — No.  II. 

Third  Sunday  after  Easter      , 

Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter    . 

Fifth  Sunday  after  Easter 

Ascension  day  and  Sunday  after 

Whitsunday. — No.  I.     . 

Whitsunday. — No.  II.   . 

Trinity  Sunday 


COM'KMS. 


First  Sunday  alter  Trinity. — No.  1. 
First  Sunday  after  Trinity. — No.  II. 
Second  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Third  Sunday  after  Trinity     . 
Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity  . 
Fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Sixth  Sunday  alter  Trinity 
Seventh  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Eiglith  Sunday  after  Trinity  . 
Ninth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Tenth  Sunday  after  Trinity     . 
Eleventh  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Twelfth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Thirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Fourteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Fifteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Sixteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. — No.  I. 
Sixteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. — No.  II 
Seventeenth  Sunday  after  Trinity    . 
Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Nineteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. — No.  I. 
Nineteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. — No.  II 
Twentieth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Twenty-tirst  Sunday  after  Trinity    . 
Twenty-second  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Twenty-third  Sunday  after  Trinity 
Twenty-fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity 
For  St.  James'  day 
St.  John  the  Baptist's  day 
Michaelmas  day. — No.  I. 
Michaelmas  day. — No.  II.     . 


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For  a  Day  of  Public  Thanksgiving  .         .         .         .117 

For  the  same         .         .         .         .  .         .  .  .118 

In  Times  of  Distress  and  Danger   .....   120 

Before  a  Collection  made  for  the  Society  for  the  Propaga- 
tion of  the  Gospel  .         .         .         .         .         .121 

An  Introit,  to  be  sung  between  the  Litany  and  Communion 

Service 123 

Hymn  after  Sermon        .  .  .  .  .  .  .124 

Before  the  Sacrament    .  .  .  .  .         .  .124 

Morning  Hyirm 125 

Evening  Hymn     .  .         .  .  .  .         .  .127 

Another 128 

At  a  Funeral 128 

Another 130 

On  Recovery  from  Sickness  .         .         .         .         .         .131 


HYMNS. 


ADVENT  SUNDAY.— No.  T. 

Tl.    IT. 

HosAXXA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing  ! 

Hosanna  !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

Hosanna,  Lord  !  thine  angels  cry  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  thy  saints  reply  ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound ; 

Hosanna  !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest  ! 

Oh,  Saviour  !  with  protecting  care,  j 

Return  to  this  thy  house  of  prayer  ! 

Assembled  in  thy  sacred  name. 

Where  we  thy  parting  promise  claim ! 

Hosanna  !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 
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But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  thy  spirit  rest. 
And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  thee ! 

Hosanna !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeem'd  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Hosanna  !  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 


ADVENT  SUNDAY.— No.  H. 

BISHOP  TAYLOR. 

Lord  !  come  away  ! 

Why  dost  thou  stay  ? 

Thy  road  is  ready,  and  thy  paths  made  straight 

With  longing  expectation  wait 

The  consecration  of  thy  beauteous  feet. 

Ride  on  triumphantly  !  Behold,  we  lay 

Our  lusts  and  proud  wills  in  thy  way ; 

Hosanna  !  and  thy  glorious  footsteps  greet ! 


Welcome,  oli  welcome  !  lo  our  hearts!  Lord,  htir 

Thou  hast  a  temple  too,  and  full  as  dear 

As  that  in  Sion,  and  as  full  of  sin. 

How  long  shall  thieves  and  robbers  dwell  therein  ? 

Enter  and  chase  them  forth,  and  cleanse  the  floor  I 

Destroy  their  strength,  that  they  may  never  more 

Profane  that  holy  place, 

Which  thou  hast  chosen  there  to  set  thy  face ; 

And  then,  if  our  stiff  tongues  shall  be 

Mute  in  the  praises  of  thy  Deity, 

The  stones  from  out  the  temple  wall 

Shall  cry  aloud,  and  call 

Hosanna !  and  thy  glorious  footsteps  greet ! 


SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT.— \o.  f 

R.   H. 

The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall  quake. 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake  ; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdrn^v  tho\r  ferhle  lisht. 


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The  Lord  will  come  !  but  not  the  same 

As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 

A  silent  lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruis'd,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

The  Lord  will  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind  ! 

Can  this  be  He  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway  5 
By  Power  oppress'd,  and  mock'd  by  Pride 
Oh  God  !  is  this  the  crucified  f 

Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain  ! 
But  Faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come  ! 


SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT— No.  [[. 

H.   H.   M. 

The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  on  fire 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire  : 
Self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  Heavens  with  the  burthen  of  Godhead  are  bow'd. 

The  glory  !  the  glory  !  by  myriads  are  pour'd 
The  hosts  of  the  Angels  to  wait  on  their  Lord, 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there. 
And  all  who  the  pahn-wreath  of  victory  wear  ! 

The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all  heard  : 
Lo  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel  are  stirr'd  : 
From  the  sea,  from  the  land,  from  the  south  and  the  north, 
The  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth. 

The  judgement !  the  judgement !  the  thrones  are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  Elders  are  met ! 
All  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word ! 

Oh  mercy  !  oh  mercy  !  look  down  from  above, 
Creator  !  on  us  thy  sad  children,  with  love  ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  driven, 
Mav  our  sanctified  souls  find  n  mansion  in  heaven  ! 


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SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT.— No.  111. 

R.   H. 

In  the  sun  and  moon  and  stary 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be ; 

Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Toss'd  with  stronger  tempests,  rise ; 

Darker  storms  the  mountain  sweep. 
Redder  lightning  rend  the  skies. 

Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud, 
Racking  doubt  and  restless  fear ; 

And,  amid  the  thunder-cloud, 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

But  though  from  that  awful  face 

Heaven  shall  fade  and  earth  shall  fly. 

Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race, 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh ! 


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THIRD  SUNDAY  IN  ADVEN'i'. 

n.  II. 

Oh  Saviour,  is  thy  promise  fled  7 
Nor  longer  might  thy  grace  endure. 

To  heal  the  sick  and  raise  the  dead, 
And  preach  thy  Gospel  to  the  poor  .^ 

Come,  Jesus !  come !  return  again  ; 

With  brighter  beam  thy  servants  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  thy  perfect  reign, 

And  share  thy  kingdom's  happiness  ! 

A  feeble  race,  by  passion  driven, 
In  darkness  and  in  doubt  we  roam. 

And  lift  our  anxious  eyes  to  Heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  harbour,  and  our  home  ! 

Yet,  'mid  the  wild  and  wintry  gale, 
When  Death  rides  darkly  o'er  the  sea. 

And  strength  and  earthly  daring  fail. 
Our  prayers,  Redeemer !  rest  on  Thee  ! 


Come,  Jesus  !  come  !  and,  as  of  yore 
The  prophet  went  to  clear  thy  way, 

A  harbinger  thy  feet  before, 
A  dawning  to  thy  brighter  day : 

So  now  may  grace  with  heavenly  shower 
Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare  ; 

Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power, 
Then  come  and  reap  thy  harvest  there 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  ADVENT. 


R.   H. 


The  world  is  grown  old,  and  her  pleasures  are  past; 
The  world  is  grown  old,  and  her  form  may  not  last; 
The  world  is  grown  old,  and  trembles  for  fear; 
For  sorrows  abound,  and  judgement  is  near  ! 

The  sun  in  the  Heaven  is  languid  and  pale ; 
And  feeble  and  few  are  the  fruits  of  the  vale  ; 
And  the  hearts  of  the  nations  fail  them  for  fear, 
For  the  world  is  grown  old,  and  judgement  is  near ! 


The  king  on  liis  throne,  the  bride  iu  her  bovver. 
The  children  of  pleasure  all  Teel  the  sad  hour  ; 
The  roses  are  faded,  and  tasteless  the  cheer, 
For  the  world  is  grown  old,  and  judgement  is  near  I 

The  world  is  grown  old  ! — but  should  we  complain, 
Who  have  tried  her  and  know  that  her  promise  is  vain  ? 
Our  heart  is  in  Heaven,  our  home  is  not  here, 
And  we  look  for  our  crown  when  judgement  is  near  ! 


CHRISTMAS  DAY.— No.  I. 

R.  II. 

Oh  Saviour,  whom  this  holy  morn 
Gave  to  our  world  below; 

To  mortal  want  and  labour  born, 
And  more  than  mortal  woe  ! 

Incarnate  Word  !  by  every  grief. 
By  each  temptation  tried, 

Who  lived  to  yield  our  ills  relief. 
And  to  redeem  us  died  ! 
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If  gaily  clothed  and  proudly  ied. 

In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell ; 
Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed. 

And  lowly  cottage  cell ! 

If  prest  by  poverty  severe, 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 
Oh  may  thy  spirit  whisper  near, 

How  poor  a  lot  was  thine  ! 

Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene 
From  sin  preserve  us  free  ! 

Like  us  thou  hast  a  mourner  been, 
May  we  rejoice  with  Thee  ! 


CHRISTMAS  DAY.—No.  II, 

Hark  !  the  herald  Angels  sing. 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  to  man  is  reconciled ! 


Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise. 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies ; 
AVith  the  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem  ! 

Christ,  by  highest  Heaven  adored  ; 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  : 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ! 

Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ! 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  man  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel  here  ! 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings. 
Risen  with  healing  on  his  wings  ! 

Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth. 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth ! 


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ST.  STEPHEN'S  DAY. 

R.  H. 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain  : 
I  lis  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  ! 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 

Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below, 

He  follows  in  his  train  ! 

The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 
Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave ; 

Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 
And  call'd  on  Him  to  save. 

Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain. 
He  pray'd  for  them  that  did  the  wrong  ! 

Who  follows  in  his  train  1- 


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A  glorious  band,  the  cliosen  few, 

On  wlioni  the  spirit  came  ; 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew 

And  mock'd  the  cross  and  flame. 

They  met  the  tyrant's  brandisii'd  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane  : 
They  bow'd  their  necks  the  death  to  feel  I 
Who  follows  in  their  train  r 

A  noble  army — men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid. 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice. 

In  robes  of  light  array'd. 

They  climb'd  the  steep  ascent  of  Heaven, 
Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain  ! 

Oh  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train  ! 


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ST.  JOHN  THE  EVANGELIST'S  DAY 

II.   H. 

Oh  God  !  who  gav'st  thy  servant  grace, 
Amid  the  storms  of  life  distrest, 

To  look  on  thine  incarnate  face, 
And  lean  on  thy  protecting  breast : 

To  see  the  light  that  dimly  shone, 
Eclips'd  for  us  in  sorrow  pale, 

Pure  Image  of  the  Eternal  One  ! 

Through  shadows  of  thy  mortal  veil  ! 

Be  ours,  oh  King  of  Mercy  !  still 
To  feel  tliy  presence  from  above, 

And  in  thy  word,  and  in  thy  will. 

To  hear  thy  voice,  and  know  thy  love ; 

And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  done, 
And  Nature  waits  thy  dread  decree, 

To  find  our  rest  beneath  thy  throne. 
And  look,  in  humble  hope,  to  Thee  ! 


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INNOCENT'S  DAY. 

r^.  H. 

Oh  weep  not  o'er  thy  children's  tomb, 

Oh  Rachel,  weep  not  so  ! 
The  bud  is  crept  by  martyrdom, 

The  flower  in  heaven  shall  blow  ! 

Firstlings  of  faith  !  the  murderer's  knife 
Has  miss'd  its  deadliest  aim  : 

The  God  for  whom  they  gave  their  life, 
For  them  to  suffer  came  ! 

Though  feeble  were  their  days  and  few^, 

Baptized  in  blood  and  pain, 
He  knows  them,  whom  they  never  knew. 

And  they  shall  live  again. 

Then  weep  not  o'er  thy  children's  tomb, 

Oh  Rachel,  weep  not  so  ! 
The  bud  is  cropt  by  martyrdom, 

The  flower  in  heaven  shall  blow  I 


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SUNDAY  AFTER  CHRISTMAS, 
OR  CIRCUMCISION. 

R.  H. 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 
Of  mankind  the  life  and  light ! 
Maker,  teacher  infinite  ! 

Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 

Who,  when  sin's  tremendous  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb, 
Didst  not  scorn  the  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 

Mighty  monarch  !  Saviour  mild  ! 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child. 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  revil'd, 
Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 

Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings. 
Lord  of  lords,  and  king  of  kings  ! 
Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 


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Who  shall  yet  return  from  high, 
Robed  in  might  and  majesty, 
Hear  us  !  help  us  when  we  cry  ! 
Jesus  !  hear  and  save  ! 


EPIPHANY.— No.  T. 

ANON. 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewilder'd  Nature  right. 

Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night ; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear  ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare. 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 


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There  behold  the  dayspring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes  ; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day  ! 

Sing,  ye  morning  stars,  again  ! 
God  descends  on  earth  to  reign ! 
God  in  mercy  leaves  the  sky  ! 
Shout,  ye  sons  of  God,  on  high  ! 


EPIPHANY.— No  II. 

R.  H. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid ! 

Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining. 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall. 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all! 


Say,  shall  we  yield  liini,  in  costly  devotion. 
Odours  of  Edoni  and  otVorings  divine  9 

Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favour  secure : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  I 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  I. 


R.    H. 


Abash'd  be  all  the  boast  of  Aije! 

Be  hoary  Learning  dumb ! 
Expounder  of  the  mystic  page. 

Behold  an  Infant  come ! 


S'2 

Oh  Wisdom,  whose  unfading  power 

Beside  th'  Eternal  stood, 
To  frame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour, 

The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood; 

Yet  didst  not  Thou  disdain  awhile 

An  infant  form  to  wear; 
To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 

And  lisp  thy  falter'd  prayer. 

But,  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 
With  Israel's  elders  round, 

Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

So  may  our  youth  adore  Thy  name  ! 

And,  Saviour,  deign  to  bless 
With  fostering  grace  the  timid  flame 

Of  early  holiness! 


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FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  II. 

R.    II. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  liill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose ! 

Lo  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 

Is  upward  drawn  to  God  I 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 

Must  shortly  fade  away. 

And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power. 

And  stormy  passion's  rage  I 


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O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine ! 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crown'd. 

Were  all  alike  Divine, 

Dependant  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death. 

To  keep  us  still  thine  own ! 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  I. 


R.   H. 


Oh  hand  of  bounty,  largely  spread. 
By  whom  our  every  want  is  fed, 
Whate'er  we  touch,  or  taste,  or  see, 
We  owe  them  all,  oh  Lord!  to  Thee  ; 
The  corn,  the  oil,  the  purple  wine, 
Are  all  thy  gifts,  and  only  thine  ! 


:J5 

Tiie  stream  tliy  word  to  nectar  ciyed. 
The  bread  thy  blessing  multiplied, 
The  stormy  wind,  the  whelming  flood. 
That  silent  at  thy  mandate  stood, 
How  well  they  knew  thy  voice  Divine, 
Whose  works  they  were,  and  only  thine  ! 

Though  now  no  more  on  eartii  we  trace 
Thy  footsteps  of  celestial  grace, 
Obedient  to  thy  word  and  will 
We  seek  thy  daily  mercy  still  ; 
Its  blessed  beams  around  us  shine. 
And  thine  we  are,  and  onlv  thine  I 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  II. 


II.    H 


Incarnate  Word,  who,  wont  to  dwell 
In  lowly  shape  and  cottage  cell. 
Didst  not  refuse  a  guest  to  be. 
At  Cana's  poor  festivity  : 


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Oh,  when  our  soul  from  care  is  free, 
Then,  Saviour,  may  we  think  on  Thee. 
And,  seated  at  the  festal  board. 
In  Fancy's  eye  behold  the  Lord. 

Then  may  wc  seem,  in  Fancy's  ear. 
Thy  manna-dropping  tongue  to  hear, 
And  think, — even  now,  thy  searching  gaze 
Each  secret  of  our  soul  surveys  ! 

So  may  such  joy,  chastised  and  pure, 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  earth  endure  ; 
Nor  pleasure  in  the  wounded  mind 
Shall  leave  a  rankling  sting  behind ! 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  III. 

R.  H. 

When  on  her  Maker's  bosom 
The  new-born  earth  was  laid. 

And  Nature's  opening  blossom 
Its  fairest  bloom  display'd  ; 


3 


When  all  with  iVuit  and  tiowers 
The  laughing  soil  was  drest, 

And  Eden's  fragrant  bowers 
Received  their  human  guest ; 


No  sin  his  lace  defiling 
The  Heir  of  Nature  stood, 

And  God,  benignly  smiling. 
Beheld  that  all  was  good  ! 

Yet,  in  that  horn*  of  blessing, 
A  single  want  was  known ; 

A  wish  the  heart  distressing  ; 
For  Adam  was  alone  ! 

Oh  God  of  pure  affection  ! 

By  men  and  saints  adored, 
Who  gavest  thy  protection 

To  Cana's  nuptial  board, 

May  such  thy  bounties  ever 
To  wedded  love  be  shown. 

And  no  rude  hand  dissever 

Whom  Thou  hast  link'd  in  one  ! 
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THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY. 

\U    II. 

Lord  !  whose  love,  in  power  excelling, 
Wash'd  the  leper's  stain  away, 

Jesus  !  from  thy  heavenly  dwelling, 
Hear  us,  help  us,  when  we  pray  I 

From  the  filth  of  vice  and  folly. 
From  infuriate  passion's  rage, 

Evil  thoughts  and  hopes  unholy. 
Heedless  youth  and  selfish  age  ; 

From  the  lusts  whose  deep  pollutions 
Adam's  ancient  taint  disclose. 

From  the  Tempter's  dark  intrusions, 
Restless  doubt  and  blind  repose  ; 

From  the  miser's  cursed  treasure, 

From  the  drunkard's  jest  obscene, 

From  the  world,  its  pomp  and  pleasure, 

Jesus  !  Master  !  make  us  clean  ! 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  [ 

H.   H.   M. 

Lord  !  Tliou  didst  arise  and  say 
To  the  troubled  waters  "  peace," 

And  the  tempest  died  away. 

Down  they  sank,  the  foamy  seas  ; 

And  a  calm  and  heaving  sleep 

Spread  o'er  all  the  glassy  deep, 

All  the  azure  lake  serene 

Like  another  heaven  was  seen  ! 

Lord  !  Thy  gracious  word  repeat 

To  the  billows  of  the  proud  ! 
Quell  the  tyrant's  martial  heat, 

Quell  the  fierce  and  changing  crowd  ! 
Then  the  earth  shall  find  repose 
From  its  restless  strife  and  woes ; 
And  an  imaged  Heaven  appear 
On  our  world  of  darkness  hero  I 


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FOURTH  SUxNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  H. 

FROM  PSALM  SO. 

With  reverence  let  the  just  appear 

And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  attentive  hear, 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

Thy  words,  oh  God  !  the  wind  control 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  : 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

Justice  and  judgement  are  thy  throne. 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  : 
And  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 

Go  forth  before  thy  face  ! 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  HI. 

FROM  PSALM   93. 

With  glory  clad,  with  might  array'd, 
The  Lord  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 

The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

The  swelling  floods  in  tumult  rise, 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar. 
They  lift  their  surges  to  the  skies, 

And  foam  and  lash  the  sounding  shore. 

The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  from  high 
Controls  the  wild  and  wintry  seas ; 

He  gives  the  word,  their  murmurs  die, 
And  down  they  sink  in  silent  peace  ! 

Oh  Saviour  !  make  thy  servants  pure, 
And  calm  our  souls  that  proudly  swell ; 

For  all  thy  laws  are  fix'd  and  sure, 
And  peace  becomes  thy  temple  well  I 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  IV. 

R.  11. 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  isgleammg, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker — "  Help,  Lord  !  or  we  perish  !" 

Oh  Jesus  !  once  toss'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow, 
Now,  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  danger — "  Help,  Lord  !  or  we  perish  !" 

And  oh,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging. 
When  hell  in  our  heart  his  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Arise  in  thy  strength  thy  redeemed  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer — "  Help,  Lord  !  or  we  perish  !" 


l:^ 


riFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY 

II.  n.  ^^. 

Thk  angel  comes,  he  conies  to  reap 

The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ! 
O'er  all  the  earth  with  fatal  sweep 

Wide  waves  his  flamy  sword. 

And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves  to  bide 
The  tire  of  Vengeance  bound .'' 

The  tares,  whose  rank  luxuriant  pride 
Choked  the  fair  crop  around. 

And  who  are  they,  reserved  in  store 
God's  treasure-house  to  fill  t 

The  wheat,  a  hundred-fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

O  King  of  Mercy  !  grant  us  power 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ! 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour. 

O  gather  us  to  thee  ! 


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SIXTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  I. 


Lo,  He  comes,  in  clouds  descending. 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain, 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ! 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Christ  is  come  to  earth  again  ! 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
They  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him. 

Pierced  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing,  deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away, 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded. 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgement !  come  to  judgement ! 
Come  to  judgement!  come  away  ! 


45 

Now  Salvation,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected. 
Rise  and  meet  him  in  the  air ! 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 


SIXTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EPIPHANY.— No.  H. 


WALTER  SCOTT. 


The  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
Whom  shall  he  trust  that  dreadful  day  : 

When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll  ; 
When,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead ; 

Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgement  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou,  oh  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay. 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 


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SEPTUAGESIMA  SUNDAY. 

R.  H. 

The  God  of  Glory  walks  his  round, 
From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year, 

And  warns  us  each  with  awful  sound, 
"  No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here  ! 

"  Ye  whose  young  cheeks  are  rosy  bright, 
Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are  clear, 

Waste  not  of  hope  the  morning  light ! 
Ah  fools!  why  stand  ye  idle  here*? 

"  Oh,  as  the  griefs  ye  would  assuage 

That  wait  on  life's  declining  year, 
Secure  a  blessing  for  your  age. 

And  work  your  Maker's  business  here  I 

''  And  ye,  whose  locks  of  scanty  grey 

Foretell  your  latest  travail  near. 
How  swiftly  fades  your  worthless  day  ! 

And  stand  ye  yet  so  idle  here  f 


47 

•'  One  hour  remains,  there  is  but  one  ! 

But  many  a  shriek  and  many  a  tear 
Through  endless  years  the  guilt  must  moan 

Of  moments  lost  and  wasted  here  !" 

Oh  Thou,  by  all  thy  works  adored, 
To  whom  the  sinner's  soul  is  dear, 

Recall  us  to  thy  vineyard,  Lord  ! 

And  £:rant  us  grace  to  please  thee  here  I 


SEXAGESIMA  SUNDAY. 

R.    If. 

Oh  God  !  by  whom  the  seed  is  given  ; 

By  whom  the  harvest  blest ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  shower'd  from  heaven. 

Is  planted  in  our  breast ; 

Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet. 

And  plunderers  of  the  air  ; 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 

And  weeds  of  worldly  care  ! 


48 

Though  buried  deep  or  thinly  strewn. 

Do  Thou  thy  grace  supply  ; 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  sown 

Shall  ripen  in  the  sky ! 


aUINQUAGESIMA.— No.  I. 


R.  n. 


Lord  of  Mercy  and  of  might. 
Of  mankind  the  life  and  light.. 
Maker,  Teacher  infinite, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Who,  when  sin's  primaeval  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb. 
Didst  not  scorn  a  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Strong  Creator,  Saviour  mild, 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 


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Throned  above  celestial  thinors, 

o 

Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  Lords,  and  King  of  Kings 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 


►Soon  to  come  to  earth  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men. 
Hear  us  now,  and  hear  us  then, 
Josus.  honr  and  save  ! 


aUINQUAGESIMA.— No.  H 

ir.  H.  M. 

Lord  !  we  sit  and  cry  to  Thee, 
Like  the  blind  beside  the  way  : 

Make  our  darken'd  souls  to  sec 
The  glory  of  Thy  perfect  day  ! 

Lord!  rebuke  our  sullen  night. 

And  give  Thyself  unto  our  sight ! 


50 

Lord  !  we  do  not  ask  to  gaze 
On  our  dim  and  earthly  sun  : 

But  the  light  that  still  shall  blaze 
When  every  star  its  course  hath  run  : 

The  light  that  gilds  Thy  blest  abode, 

The  glory  of  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 


ASH  WEDNESDAY, 

OR 

FIRST  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

IJRUMMOND. 

Oh  merciful  Creator  !  hear 

Our  prayer,  to  Thee  devoutly  bent. 

Which  we  pour  forth  with  many  a  tear 
In  this  Thy  holy  fast  of  Lent ! 

Thou  mildest  Searcher  of  the  heart, 

Who  know'st  the  weakness  of  our  strength, 

To  us  forgiving  grace  impart. 
That  we  may  seek  Thy  face  at  length. 


'A 

Wo  all  have  sinn'd,  wc  own  our  shame, 
But  spare  us  who  our  sins  confess. 

And  Tor  the  giory  of  Thy  iiauKi 
To  our  sick  souls  afford  redress. 

Grant  that  the  flesh  may  so  be  pined, 
By  means  of  outward  abstinence, 

As  that  the  sober  watchful  mind 
May  fast  from  spots  of  foul  offence  ! 

Grant  this,  oh  Blessed  Trinity  ! 

Pure  Son  of  God  !  to  this  incline, 
That  of  our  fast  the  fruit  may  be 

A  grateful  recompense  for  Thine  ! 


SECOND  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

If.   H.  M. 

Oh  help  us  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  Heavenly  succour  give  ; 

Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed. 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 


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Oh  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore, 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead. 

Oh  help  us  Lord,  the  more. 


Oh  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 

The  more  shall  he  receive. 

If  strangers  to  Thy  fold  we  call, 

Imploring  at  Thy  feet 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 

'Tis  all  we  dare  entreat. 

But  be  it  Lord  of  Mercy,  all. 
So  Thou  wilt  grant  but  this  ; 

The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall 
Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 

Oh  help  us  Jesus !  from  on  high. 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
Oh  !  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 

As  Thine  in  Heaven  to  be. 


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THIRD  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

11.  II. 

ViRGiN-born  !  we  bow  before  Thee  ! 
Blessed  was  the  womb  that  bore  Thee  ! 
Mary,  Mother  meek  and  mild, 
Blessed  was  she  in  her  child  ! 

Blessed  was  the  breast  that  fed  Thee  I 
Blessed  was  the  hand  that  led  Thee  ! 
Blessed  was  the  parent's  eye 
That  watch'd  Thy  slumbering  infancy  ! 

Blessed  she  by  all  creation, 

Who  brought  forth  the  world's  salvation  ! 

And  blessed  they,  for  ever  blest. 

Who  love  Thee  most  and  serve  Thee  best  ! 

Virgin-born  !  we  bow  before  Thee  ! 
Blessed  was  the  womb  that  bore  Thee  ! 
Mary,  Mother  meek  and  mild, 
Blessed  was  she  in  her  child ! 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 

R.  H. 

Oh  King  of  earth  and  air  and  sea  ! 
The  hungry  ravens  cry  to  Thee  ; 
To  Thee  the  scaly  tribes  that  sweep 
The  bosom  of  the  boundless  deep  ; 

To  Thee  the  lions  roaring  call, 
The  common  Father,  kind  to  all ! 
Then  grant  Thy  servants,  Lord  !  we  pray 
Our  daily  bread  from  day  to  day ! 

The  fishes  may  for  food  complain  ; 
The  ravens  spread  their  wings  in  vain  ; 
The  roaring  lions  lack  and  pine  ; 
But,  God  !  Thou  carest  still  for  thine  ! 

Thy  bounteous  hand  with  food  can  bless 
The  bleak-  and  lonely  wilderness  ; 
And  Thou  hast  taught  us.  Lord  !  to  pray 
For  daily  bread  from  day  to  day  ! 


And  oh,  when  tlirough  the  wilds  we  roam 
That  part  us  from  our  heavenly  home  ; 
When,  lost  in  danger,  want,  and  woe. 
Our  faithless  tears  begin  to  flow  : 

Do  Thou  Thy  gracious  comfort  give. 
By  which  alone  the  soul  may  live ; 
And  grant  Thy  servants.  Lord  !  we  pray, 
The  hread  of  life  from  day  to  dav  ! 


FIFTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT. 
R.  n. 

Oh  Thou  whom  neither  time  nor  space 
Can  circle  in,  unseen,  unknown. 

Nor  faith  in  boldest  flight  can  trace. 
Save  through  Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Son  ! 

And  Thou  that  from  Thy  bright  abode. 

To  us  in  mortal  weakness  shown. 
Didst  graft  the  manhood  into  God, 

Eternal,  co-eternal  Son  ! 


And  TJiou,  whose  unction  from  on  high 
By  comfort,  light,  and  love  is  known  1 

Who,  with  the  Parent  Deity, 
Dread  Spirit !  art  for  ever  one ! 

Great  First  and  Last !  Thy  blessing  give  ! 

And  grant  us  faith,  Thy  gift  alone. 
To  love  and  praise  Thee  while  we  live, 

And  do  whate'ev  Thou  would'st  have  done  ! 


SIXTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT.— No.  I. 

H.   H.  M. 

Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark !  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry  ! 
Thine  humble  beast  pursues  his  road. 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strew'd  I 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

Oh  Christ!  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 

O'er  captive  Death  and  conquer'd  Sin  I 


Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 
Look  down  with  sad  and  wondorinu  eves. 
To  see  the  approaching  sacrifice  ! 

Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh ; 
Tlie  Father  on  his  sapphire  throne 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son  ! 

Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  I 

In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

Bow  thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain  ! 

Then  take,  oh  God  !  Thy  power,  and  reign  ! 


SIXTH  SUNDAY  IN  LENT.— No.  II. 

K.   H. 

The  Lord  of  might,  from  Sinai's  brow. 
Gave  forth  his  voice  of  thunder : 

And  Israel  lay  on  earth  below, 
Outstretch'd  in  fear  and  wonder. 

Beneath  His  feet  was  pitchy  night, 

And,  at  His  left  hand  and  His  right. 
The  rocks  were  rent  asunder  ! 


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The  Lord  of  Love,  on  Calvary, 
A  meek  and  suffering  stranger, 

Upraised  to  Heaven  His  languid  eye. 
In  Nature's  hour  of  danger. 

For  us  He  bore  the  weight  of  woe, 

For  us  He  gave  His  blood  to  flow, 
And  met  His  Father's  anger. 

The  Lord  of  Love,  the  Lord  of  Might, 

The  King  of  all  created, 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  His  right. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
With  trumpet-sound  and  angel-song, 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long 

O'er  Death  and  Hell  defeated ! 


GOOD  FRIDAY.— No.  I. 

H.  H.  M. 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  r 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood,  and  writhing  limb. 


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By  the  rfesh  with  scourges  torn. 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced. 
By  tlie  baffled  burning  thirst, 
By  the  drooping  death-dew'd  brow. 
Son  of  Man!  'tis  TJiou,  'tis  Thou! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree. 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  Her 
By  the  sun  at  noon-day  pale, 
Shivering  rocks,  and  rending  veil, 
By  earth  that  trembles  at  His  doom, 
By  yonder  saints  who  burst  their  tomb. 
By  Eden,  promised  ere  He  died 
To  the  felon  at  His  side. 
Lord!  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow. 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry ; 
The  ghost  giv'n  up  in  agony ; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chamber  of  the  dead  : 


CO 

By  the  mourners  come  to  weep 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep , 
Crucified  !  we  know  Thee  now  ; 
Son  of  Man!  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  r 

By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 

"  Lord  !  they  know  not  what  they  do!" 

By  the  spoil'd  and  empty  grave. 

By  the  souls  He  died  to  save. 

By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 

By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 

By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow. 

Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou! 


GOOD  FRIDAY.— No.  H. 


ANON. 


Cleft  are  the  rocks,  the  earth  doth  quake 
The  slumberers  of  the  grave  awake  ; 
The  temple's  veil  is  rent  in  twain ; 
For  Christ  our  sacrifice  is  slain, 
And  bears  of  sin  and  death  the  pain. 


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Lo,  Nature's  face  of  beaming  light 
She  veils  in  darkness  at  the  sight 
Of  Him,  her  God,  the  Crucified ! 
'Tis  man  alone  that  dares  deride 
The  Saviour  who  for  liim  hath  diecj. 

Despised  is  the  Man  of  Grief, 
Rejected,  and  denied  belief. 
By  them  whose  sorrows  He  hath  borne, 
For  whose  transgression  He  is  torn. 
Whose  mortal  weakness  He  hath  worn. 

The  Mighty  One,  the  Son  of  God, 
Hath  humbly  kiss'd  affliction's  rod, 
That  by  His  stripes  we  might  be  heal'd. 
Our  pardon  by  His  blood  be  seal'd, 
And  boundless  mercy  stand  reveal'd. 

We  all,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray, 
And  turn'd  aside  from  wisdom's  way, 
But  He  hath  saved  us  from  our  sin ; 
Our  God  the  ransom-Lamb  hath  been, 
Our  God  hath  saved  us  from  our  sin  ! 


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Oh  let  us  cast  each  vice  away, 
Which  thus  the  Son  of  God  could  slay 
With  contrite  heart  and  weeping  eye 
Behold  the  Saviour's  cross  on  high, 
And  every  sin  and  folly  fly  ! 

So  may  we  join  the  song  of  love 
Which  saints  and  angels  sing  above  ; 
All  honour,  glory,  praise  to  Thee, 
Which  wert  and  art  and  art  to  be. 
The  Lamb  slain  from  eternity  ! 


GOOD  FRIDAY.^No.  III. 


R.  II. 


Oh  more  than  merciful !  whose  bounty  gave 
Thy  guiltless  self  to  glut  the  greedy  grave  ! 
Whose  heart  was  rent  to  pay  Thy  people's  price 
The  great  High-priest  at  once  and  sacrifice ! 
Help,  Saviour,  by  Thy  cross  and  crimson  stain, 
Nor  let  Thy  glorious  blood  be  spilt  in  vain  ! 


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When  sill  with  Howery  ^>:iilancl  hides  her  dart. 
When  tyrant  force  would  daunt  the  sinking  heart, 
When  fleshly  lust  assails,  or  worldly  care^ 
Or  the  soul  flutters  in  the  Fowler's  snare, — 
Help,  Saviour,  by  Thy  cross  and  crimson  stain, 
Nor  let  Thy  glorious  blood  be  spilt  in  vain  ! 

And,  chiefest  then,  when  Nature  yields  the  strife, 
And  mortal  darkness  wraps  the  gate  of  life  ; 
Whtn  the  poor  spirit,  from  the  tomb  set  free, 
Sinks  at  Tliy  feet  and  lifts  its  hope  to  Thee, — 
Help,  Saviour,  by  Thy  cross  and  crimson  stain. 
Nor  let  Thy  glorious  blood  be  spilt  in  vain  ! 


EASTER  DAY.— No.  1. 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day, — Hallelujah  ! 
Our  triumphant  holiday  ! — Hallelujah  ! 
Who  so  lately  on  the  cross — Hallelujah  ! 
Sufter'd  to  redeem  our  loss. — Hallelujah  ! 

Hymns  of  praises  let  us  sing — Hallelujah  ! 
Unto  Christ  our  Heavenly  king, — Halleluja 
Wiio  endured  the  cross  and  grave — Hallelujah 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save  ! — Hallelujah  ! 


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For  the  pains  which  He  endured — Hallelujah  ! 
Our  salvation  have  secured. — Hallelujah  ! 
Now  He  reigns  above  the  sky — Hallelujah  ! 
Where  the  Angels  ever  cry — Hallelujah  ! 


EASTER  DAY.— No.  H. 


R.  H. 


God  is  gone  up  with  a  merry  noise 

Of  saints  that  sing  on  high  ; 
With  His  own  right  hand  and  His  holy  arm 

He  hath  won  the  victory ! 

Now  empty  are  the  courts  of  Death, 
And  crush'd  thy  sting  Despair ; 

And  roses  bloom  in  the  desert  tomb, 
For  Jesus  hath  been  there  ! 

And  He  hath  tamed  the  strength  of  Hell, 
And  dragg'd  him  through  the  sky, 

And  captive  behind  His  chariot  wheel, 
He  hath  bound  captivity  ! 


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God  is  gone  up  with  a  merry  noise 

Of  saints  that  sinoj  on  hiirh  ; 
With  His  own  rii^ht  hand  and  His  holv  arm 


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He  hath  won  the  victory 


EASTER  DAY.— No.  HI. 

ANON. 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more  : 
The  light  which  scatters  all  your  fear?. 

Your  rising  God,  adore  ! 

The  saints,  when  He  resign'd  his  breath. 

Unclos'd  their  sleeping  eyes  ; 
He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  Death, 

Again  the  dead  arise. 

Alone  the  dreadful  race  He  ran. 

Alone  the  winepress  trod  ; 
He  groans,  He  dies, — behold  the  Man  ! 

He  lives  ; — behold  the  God  I 


OG 

In  vain  the  watch,  the  stone,  the  seal, 

Forbid  the  Lord  to  rise  ; 
He  breaks  the  gates  of  death  and  hell, 

And  opens  paradise  ! 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

LOGAN. 

Behold  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Shall  tower  above  the  meaner  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

To  this  the  joyful  nations  round. 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  : 

"Ascend  the  hill  of  God," — they  say, 
"  And  to  his  temple  go  !" 

The  beam  that  shines  on  Sion  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land. 
The  King  that  reigns  in  Sion's  towers 

Shall  all  the  world  command. 


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Xo  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  shall  they  beat  their  swoii 

To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

No  longer  host  encountering  host 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  useless  helm  on  high, 

And  study  war  no  more. 

Come  then,  oh  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And  walking  in  the  light  of  God. 

With  holy  beauty  shine. 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER.— No.  I. 

PSALM  23. OLD  V. 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord, 

I  therefore  nothing  need  ; 
In  pastures  fair,  near  pleasant  streams, 

He  setteth  me  to  feed. 


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He  shall  convert  and  glad  my  soul. 
And  bring  my  mind  in  frame 

To  walk  in  paths  of  righteousness. 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

Yea,  though  I  walk  the  vale  of  Death, 

Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill  ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  they  comfort  me. 

And  Thou  art  with  me  still. 

And,  in  the  presence  of  my  foes, 
My  table  Thou  shalt  spread ; 

Thou  wilt  fill  full  my  cup,  and  Thou 
Anointed  hast  my  head. 

Through  all  my  life  Thy  favour  is 

So  frankly  shown  to  me, 
That  in  Thy  house  for  evermore 

My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


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ANOTHER  VERSION  OF  THE  SAME.— No.  H. 

ADDISON'. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  lead  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

Though  in  the  paths  of  death  T  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  God  !  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way. 

Through  devious,  lonely  wilds,  I  stray, 

Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile ; 

The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  verdure  crown'd, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  aroimd 
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THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

COWPER. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm ! 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  great  designs, 

And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ! 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head  ! 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 

Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 


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His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 
Unfolding  every  hour ; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
Rut  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  His  works  in  vain  ; 

(rod  is  His  own  interpreter, 
\nd  He  will  make  it  plain  ! 


FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER. 

DRYDEN'. 

Creator  Spirit !  By  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid. 
Come,  visit  each  expectant  mind, 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind  : 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  Thee  I 


Oh,  Source  of  uncreated  Light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclite  : 
Thrice  holy  fount,  thrice  holy  fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

Plenteous  in  grace  descend  fi'om  high, 
Rich  in  Thy  sevenfold  energy ; 
Thou  strength  of  His  Almighty  hand. 
Whose  rule  doth  earth  and  heav'n  command. 
Our  frailty  help,  our  vice  controul. 
Subdue  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow ; 
And,  lest  our  feet  should  haply  stray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way : 
Make  us  eternal  truth  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  ! 

Immortal  honour,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  name  : 
The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ; 
And  equal  adoration  be 
Eternal  Comforter  to  thee  ! 


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FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  EASTER, 

R.    H. 

Life  nor  Death  shall  us  dissever 
From  His  love  who  reigns  for  ever  : 
Will  he  fail  us  ?  Never  !  never  ! 
When  to  him  we  cry  ! 

Sin  may  seek  to  snare  us, 
Fury  Passion  tear  us  ! 
Doubt  and  fear,  and  grim  Despair. 
Their  fangs  against  us  try; 

But  His  might  shall  still  defend  us. 
And  His  blessed  Son  befriend  us. 
And  his  Holy  Spirit  send  us 
Comfort  ere  we  die  ! 


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ASCENSION  DAY  AND  SUNDAY  AFTER. 

R.  H. 

*'  Sit  Thou  on  my  right  hand,  my  Son  !"    saith  the  Lord. 
**  Sit  Thou  on  my  right  hand,  my  Son  ! 

Till  in  the  fatal  hour 

Of  my  wrath,  and  my  power, 
Thy  foes  shall  be  a  footstool  to  Thy  throne  ! 

"  Prayer  shall  be  made  to  Thee,  my  Son  !"  saith  the  Lord. 
"  Prayer  shall  be  made  to  Thee,  my  Son  ! 

From  earth  and  air  and  sea. 

And  all  that  in  them  be. 
Which  Thou  for  thine  heritage  hast  won !" 

"  Daily  be  Thou  praised,  my  Son  !"  saith  the  Lord. 
"  Daily  be  Thou  praised,  my  Son ! 

And  all  that  live  and  move. 

Let  them  bless  Thy  bleeding  love, 
And  the  work  which  Thy  worthiness  hath  done !" 


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WHITSUNDAY.— No.  1. 

ORDINATION  SERVICK. 

Come,  Holy  Gliost !  our  souls  inspire. 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire; 
Thou  the  anointing  spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart  I 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  ! 

Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  darkness  of  our  bounded  sight ; 
Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Keep  far  our  foes  ;  give  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  Thou  art  guide,  no  ill  can  come  I 

Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both,  to  be  but  One ; 
That,  through  the  ages  all  along. 
This,  this  may  be  our  endless  song — 
Praise  be  to  Thine  eternal  merit, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit  I 


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WHITSUNDAY.— No.  II. 

R.   If. 

Spirit  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day 

To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 

Of  dark  mortality ! 

We  ask  not,  Lord !  Thy  cloven  flame. 
Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 

But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervour  in  our  own. 

We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 
Is  found  on  earth  no  more ; 

Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

111  Demons  to  controul ; 
But  Thou,  in  dark  temptation's  hour. 

Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 


No  iieavonly  liarpiiigs  soothe  our  ear. 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 
Yet  hope  to  feel  Thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 

With  Faith,  with  Hope,  with  Love  I 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 

R.   H. 

Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  Almighty  I 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee  ; 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ! 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy 
sea; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert  and  art  and  evermore  shalt  be  ! 

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Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 

Only  Thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  name  in  earth  and  sky 
and  sea. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ! 

God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 


FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY.— No.  I. 


R.  H. 


RooxM  for  the  Proud  !  Ye  sons  of  clay 
From  far  his  sweeping  pomp  survey, 
Nor,  rashly  curious,  clog  the  way 
His  chariot  wheels  before  ! 

Lo  !  with  what  scorn  his  lofty  eye 
Glances  o'er  Age  and  Poverty, 
And  bids  intruding  Conscience  fly 
Far  from  his  palace  door  ! 


Room  for  the  Proud !  V)ut  slow  tliu  feet 
That  bear  his  coffin  down  the  street : 
And  dismal  seems  his  winding-sheet 
Who  purple  lately  wore  ! 

Ah  I  where  must  now  his  spirit  fly 
In  naked,  trembling  agony  r 
Or  how  shall  he  for  mercy  cry, 

Who  shew'd  it  not  before  ! 

Room  for  the  Proud !  in  ghastly  state 
The  lords  of  Hell  his  coming  wait, 
And  flinging  wide  the  dreadful  gate. 
That  shuts  to  ope  no  more, 

'•  Lo  here  with  us  the  seat,"  they  cry, 
"  For  him  who  mock'd  at  poverty, 
And  bade  intruding  Conscience  fly 
Far  from  his  palace  door !" 


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FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY.~No.  II. 

R.  H. 

The  feeble  pulse,  the  gasping  breath, 
The  clenched  teeth,  the  glazed  eye,    - 

Are  these  thy  sting,  thou  dreadful  Death  9 
O  Grave,  are  these  thy  victory  9 

The  mourners  by  our  parting  bed, 
The  wife,  the  children  weeping  nigh, 

The  dismal  pageant  of  the  dead, — 
These,  these  are  not  thy  victory ! 

But,  from  the  much-loved  world  to  part. 
Our  lust  untamed,  our  spirit  high. 

All  nature  struggling  at  the  heart. 
Which,  dying,  feels  it  dare  not  die  ! 

To  dream  through  life  a  gaudy  dream 

Of  pride  and  pomp  and  luxury, 
Till  waken'd  by  the  nearer  gleam 

Of  burning,  boundless  agony  j 


To  meet  o'er-soon  our  angry  king, 
Whose  love  we  past  unheeded  by ; 

r.o  this,  O  Death,  thy  deadliest  stinir ! 
O  Grave,  and  this  thy  victory  ! 

O  Searcher  ol*  the  secret  heart, 
Who  deign'd  for  sinful  man  to  die  ! 

llestore  us  ere  the  spirit  part, 
Nor  give  to  Hell  the  victory  I 


SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


R.   H. 


Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear. 
Saviour,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak  thy  grace  we  pray  : 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away  ! 


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T^ong  have  we  roam'd  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away  ! 


THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


R.  H. 


There  was  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
There  was  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
When  this  goodly  world  to  frame 
The  Lord  of  might  and  mercy  came  : 
Shouts  of  joy  were  heard  on  high, 
And  the  stars  sang  from  the  sky — 
"  Glorv  to  God  in  Heaven  !" 


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There  was  joy  in  Heaven  I 
There  was  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
AViien  the  billows,  heaving  dark. 
Sank  around  the  stranded  ark, 
And  the  rainbow's  watery  span 
Spake  of  mercy,  hope  to  man, 
And  peace  with  God  in  Heaven ! 

There  was  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
There  was  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawn'd  on  the  towers  of  Bethlehem 
And  along  the  echoing  hill 
Angels  sang — "  On  earth  good  will. 
And  glory  in  the  Heaven !" 

There  is  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
There  is  joy  in  Heaven  ! 
When  the  sheep  that  went  astra} 
Turns  again  to  Virtue's  way ; 
When  the  soul,  by  grace  subdued. 
Sobs  its  prayer  of  gratitude, 
Then  is  there  joy  in  Heaven  ! 


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FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY 

R.   If. 

I  prais'd  the  Earth,  in  beauty  seen 
With  garlands  gay  of  various  green  ; 
I  prais'd  the  Sea  whose  ample  field 
Shone  glorious  as  a  silver  shield ; 
And  Earth  and  Ocean  seem'd  to  say 
"  Our  beauties  are  but  for  a  day !" 

I  prais'd  the  Sun,  whose  chariot  roll'd 
On  wheels  of  amber  and  of  gold ; 
I  prais'd  the  Moon,  whose  softer  eye 
Gleamed  sweetly  through  the  summer  sky  ! 
And  Moon  and  Sun  in  answer  said, 
"  Our  days  of  light  are  numbered  !" 

O  God  !  O  Good  beyond  compare  ! 

If  thus  Thy  meaner  works  are  fair  I 

If  thus  Thy  bounties  gild  the  span 

Of  ruin'd  earth  and  sinful  man, 

How  glorious  must  the  mansion  be 

Where  thy  redeem'd  shall  dwell  with  Thee  ! 


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FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY 


Creator  of  the  rolling  flood  ! 

On  whom  Thy  people  hope  alone ; 
Who  cam'st  by  water  and  by  blood. 

For  man's  offences  to  atone  ; 

Who  from  the  labours  of  the  deep 
Didst  set  Thy  servant  Peter  free, 

To  feed  on  earth  Thy  chosen  sheep, 
And  build  an  endless  church  to  Thee. 

Grant  us,  devoid  of  worldly  care, 

And  leaning  on  Thy  bounteous  hand. 

To  seek  Thy  help  in  humble  prayer, 
And  on  Thy  sacred  rock  to  stand  : 

And  when,  our  livelong  toil  to  crown, 
Thy  call  shall  set  the  spirit  free, 

To  cast  with  joy  our  burtlicn  down, 
And  rise,  O  Lord  !  and  follow  Thee  ' 


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SIXTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

H.  H.   M. 

Lord  !  have  mercy  when  we  strive 
To  save  through  Thee,  our  souls  alive ! 
When  the  pamper'd  flesh  is  strong, 
When  the  strife  is  fierce  and  long ; 
When  our  wakening  thoughts  begin 
First  to  loathe  their  cherish'd  sin, 
And  our  weary  spirits  fail, 
And  our  aching  brows  are  pale. 
Oh  then  have  mercy  !  Lord  ! 

Lord  !  have  mercy  when  we  lie 
On  the  restless  bed,  and  sigh, 
Sigh  for  Death,  yet  fear  it  still, 
From  the  thought  of  former  ill ; 
When  all  other  hope  is  gone  ; 
When  our  course. is  almost  done  ; 
When  the  dim  advancing  gloom 
Tells  us  that  our  hour  is  come. 
Oh  then  have  mercy  '•  Lord  ! 


Lord  !  have  mercy  when  we  know 
First  how  vain  this  world  below  ; 
When  the  earliest  gleam  is  given 
Of  Thy  bright  but  distant  Heaven  ! 
When  our  darker  thoughts  oppress, 
Doubts  perplex  and  fears  distress, 
And  our  saddened  spirits  dwell 
On  the  opened  gates  of  Hell, 
Oh  then  have  mercy  !  Lord  ! 


SEVENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


R.  H. 


When  Spring  unlocks  the  flowers  to  paint  the  laughing 

soil; 
When  Summer's  balmy  showers  refresh  the  mower's  toil ; 
When  Winter  binds  in  frosty  chains  the  fallow  and  the 

flood, 
In  God  the  earth  rejoiceth  still,  and  owns  his  Maker  good. 


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The  birds  that  wake  the  morning,  and  those  that  love  the 

shade ; 
The  winds  that  sweep  the  mountain  or  lull  the  drowsy 

glade ; 
The  Sun  that  from  his  amber  bower  rejoiceth  on  his  way, 
The  Moon  and  Stars,  their  Master's  name  in  silent  pomp 

display. 

Shall  Man,  the  lord  of  nature,  expectant  of  the  sky. 
Shall  Man,  alone  unthankful,  his  little  praise  deny  ? 
No,  let  the  year  forsake  his  course,  the  seasons  cease  to  be. 
Thee,  Master,  must  we  always  love,  and  Saviour,  honour 
Thee. 

The  flowers  of  Spring  may  wither,  the  hope  of  Summer 

fade. 
The  Autumn  droop  in  Winter,  the  birds  forsake  the  shade ; 
The  winds  be  lull'd — the  Sun  and  Moon  forget  their  old 

decree. 
But  we  in  Nature's  latest  hour,  O  Lord  !  will  cling  to  Thee. 


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EIGHTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

FIRST  PSALM,  OLD  VERSION'. 

The  man  is  bless'd  that  hath  not  lent 

To  wicked  men  his  ear, 
Nor  led  his  life  as  sinners  do, 

Nor  sat  in  scorner's  chair. 

But  in  the  love  of  God  the  Lord 

Doth  set  his  whole  delight; 
And  in  the  same  doth  exercise 

Himself,  both  day  and  night. 

He  shall  be  like  a  tree  that  is 

Planted  the  rivers  nigh. 
Which  in  due  season  bringcth  forth 

Its  fruits  abundantly. 

Whose  fruit  shall  never  fade  nor  fall, 

But  flourishing  shall  stand  ; 
Even  so  all  things  shall  prosper  well 

That  this  man  takes  in  hand. 


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As  for  ungodly  men,  with  tlieni 

It  shall  be  nothing  so, 
But  as  the  chaff  which  by  the  wind 

Is  driven  to  and  fro. 

Therefore  the  wicked  men  shall  not 
In  judgement  stand  upright ; 

Nor  in  assemblies  of  the  just 
Shall  sinners  come  in  sight. 


NINTH    SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

ADDI80N. 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 
Overwhelm'd  by  guilt  and  fear, 

I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  f 

If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found 

And  mercy  may  be  sought. 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks 

And  trembles  at  the  thought, 


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When  Thou,  O  Lord  !  slialt  stand  display "d 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgement  on  my  soul, 

Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

But  Thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind. 

Who  doth  his  sins  lament, 
The  timely  tribute  of  his  tears 

Shall  endless  woe  prevent : 

Then  view  the  sorrows  of  my  hearl 

Before  it  be  too  late, 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan 

To  give  those  sorrows  weight ! 

For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  pardon  to  procure. 
Who  know  Thine  only  Son  hath  died 

To  make  that  pardon  sure  ! 


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TENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

R.  H. 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  !  enthroned  once  on  high, 

Thou  favour'd  home  of  God  on  earth,  thou  Heav'n  below 

the  sky  ! 
Now  brought  to  bondage  with  thy  sons,  a  curse  and  grief 

to  see, 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  !  our  tears  shall  flow  for  thee. 

Oh !    hadst  thou  known  thy  day  of  grace,  and  flock'd 

beneath  the  wing 
Of  him  who  call'd  thee  lovingly,  thine  own  anointed  King. 
Then  had  the  tribes  of  all  the  world  gone  up  thy  pomp 

to  see, 
And  glory  dwelt  within  thy  gates,  and  all  thy  sons  been 

free  ! 

"  And  who  art  thou  that  mournest  me  ?"  replied  the  ruin 

grey, 
"  And  fear'st  not  rather  that  thyself  may  prove  a  castaway  r 
I  am  a  dried  and  abject  branch,  my  place  is  giv'n  to  thee  : 
But  woe  to  ev'ry  barren  graft  of  thy  wild  olive-tree  ! 


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"  Our  day  of  grace  is  sunk  in  night,  our  time  of  mercy 

spent, 
For  heavy  was  my   children's  crime,  and  strange  their 

punishment ; 
Yet  gaze  not  idly  on  our  fall,  but,  sinner,  warned  be, 
Who  spared  not  His  chosen  seed  may  send  His  wrath  on 

thee! 

"  Our  day  of  grace  is  sunk  in  night,  thy  noon  is  in  its 
prime  ; 

Oh  turn  and  seek  thy  Saviour's  face  in  this  accepted  time  I 

So  Gentile,  may  Jerusalem  a  lesson  prove  to  thee, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem  thv  home  for  ever  be  I*' 


ELEVENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

Oh  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  away  from  them  that  lowly  lie, 
Lamenting  sore  their  sinful  life  with  tears  and  bitter  cry! 
Thy  mercy-gates  are  open  wide  to  them  that  mourn  their 

sin ; 
Oh  shut  them  not  against  us,  Lord,  but  let  us  enter  in ! 

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We  need  not  to  confess  our  fault,  for  surely,  Thou  can'st 

tell ; 
What  we  have  done,  and  what  we  are,  Thou  knowest  very 

well : 
Wherefore,  to  beg  and  to  intreat,  with  tears  we  come  to 

Thee, 
As  children  that  have  done  amiss  fall  at  their  father's  knee. 

And  need  we  then,  oh  Lord !  repeat  the  blessing  which 

we  crave  ! 
When  Thou  dost  know,  before  we  speak,  the  thing  that 

we  would  have  ? 
Mercy  !  oh  Lord, — mercy  we  seek  : — this  is  the  total  sum ! 
For  mercy,  Lord !  is  all  our  prayer, — oh,  let  Thy  mercy 

come ! 


TWELFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY 


POPE. 


Hark  !  a  glad  voice  the  lonely  desert  cheers ! 
"  Prepare  the  way  !  a  God,  a  God,  appears  !" 
"  A  God  !  a  God  !"  the  vocal  hills  reply, 
The  rocks  proclaim  th'  approaching  Deity. 


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The  Saviour  comes,  by  propliet  bards  tbrelold  : 
Hear  Him  ye  deaf,  and  all  ye  blind  behold  ! 
He  from  thick  films  shall  purge  the  visual  ray. 
And  on  the  sightless  eyeball  pour  the  day. 

'Tis  He  th'  obstructed  paths  of  sound  shall  clear, 
And  pour  new  music  on  th'  unfolded  ear  ; 
The  dumb  shall  sing,  the  lame  his  crutch  forego, 
And  leap  exulting  like  the  bounding  roe  ! 

No  sigh,  no  murmur,  the  wide  world  shall  hear. 
From  every  face  He  wipes  otf  ev'ry  tear ; 
In  adamantine  chains  shall  Death  be  bound  ; 
And  Hell's  grim  tyrant  feel  th'  eternal  wound  ! 


THIRTEExNTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY 


"  Who  yonder  on  the  desert  heath. 
Complains  in  feeble  tone  7" 

— "  A  pilgrim  in  the  vale  of  Death. 
Faint,  bleeding,  and  alone  !" 


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'■  How  cam'st  thou  to  this  dismal  strand 
Of  danger,  grief,  and  shame '?" 

— "  From  blessed  Sion's  holy  land, 
By  Folly  led,  I  came !" 

"  What  ruffian  hand  hath  stript  thee  bare  '? 

Whose  fury  laid  thee  low  V 
— "  Sin  for  my  footsteps  twin'd  her  snare, 

And  Death  has  dealt  the  blow  !" 

•'  Can  art  no  medicine  for  thy  wound, 
Nor  Nature  strength  supply  f" 

— "  They  saw  me  bleeding  on  the  ground, 
And  pass'd  in  silence  by  !" 

••  But,  sufferer  !  is  no  comfort  near 

Thy  terrors  to  remove  V 
— "  There  is  to  whom  my  soul  was  dear, 

But  I  have  scorn'd  His  love." 

*'  What  if  His  hand  were  nigh  to  save 
From  endless  Death  thy  days  !" 

— "  The  soul  He  ransom'd  from  the  grave 
Should  live  but  to  His  praise  !" 


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"  Rise  then,  oli  rise  !  His  health  embrace, 
With  heavenly  strength  renew'd  ; 

And,  such  as  is  thy  Saviour's  grace, 
Such  he  thy  gratitude  !" 


FOURTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

BP.   TAYLOR. 

Full  of  mercy,  full  of  love, 

Look  upon  us  from  above  ! 

Thou  who  taughtst  the  blind  man's  night 

To  entertain  a  double  light. 

Thine  and  the  day's,  (and  that  thine  too :) 

The  lame  away  his  crutches  threw  : 

The  parched  crust  of  leprosy, 

Return'd  unto  its  infancy  ; 

The  dumb  amazed  was  to  hear 

His  own  unchain'd  tongue  strike  his  ear : 

Thy  powerful  mercy  did  ev'n  chase 

The  Devil  from  his  usurped  place. 

Where  Thou  Thyself  shouldst  dwell,  not  he  : 

Oh  let  Thy  love  our  pattern  be  ! 


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Let  Thy  mercy  teach  one  brother 
To  forgive  and  love  another ; 
That,  copying  thy  mercy  here, 
Thy  goodness  may  hereafter  rear 
Our  souls  unto  thy  glory,  when 
Our  dust  shall  cease  to  be  with  men  ! 


FIFTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


K.  H. 


Lo  the  lilies  of  the  field, 

How  their  leaves  instruction  yield  ! 

Hark  to  Nature's  lesson  given 

By  the  blessed  birds  of  Heaven  ! 

Every  bush  and  tufted  tree 

Warbles  sweet  philosophy  ; 

"  Mortal,  fly  from  doubt  and  sorrow  : 

God  provideth  for  the  morrow  ! 

"  Say,  with  richer  crimson  glows 
The  kingly  mantle  than  the  rose  f 
Say,  have  kings  more  wholesome  fare 
Than  we,  poor  citizens  of  air  f 


Barns  nor  hoarded  grain  iiave  wc 
Yet  we  carol  merrily. 
Mortal,  fly  from  doubt  and  sorrow  ! 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow  ! 

"  One  there  lives  whose  Guardian  eye 
Guides  our  humble  destiny  ; 
One  there  lives  who,  Lord  of  all, 
Keeps  our  feathers  lest  they  fall : 
Pass  we  blithely  then,  the  time, 
Fearless  of  the  snare  and  lime, 
Free  from  doubt  and  faithless  sorrow  : 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow  !" 


SIXTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY— No.  L 

R.  H. 

Wake  !  not,  oh  mother  !  sounds  of  lamentation  ! 

Weep  not,  oh  widow  !  weep  not  hopelessly  ! 
Strong  is  His  arm,  the  Bringer  of  Salvation, 

Strong  is  the  Word  of  God  to  succour  thee  I 


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Bear  forth  the  cold  corpse,  slowly,  slowly  bear  him  : 
Hide  his  pale  features  with  the  sable  pall  : 

Chide  not  the  sad  one  wildly  weeping  near  him  : 
Widow'd  and  childless,  she  has  lost  her  all  ! 

Why  pause  the  mourners  ?     Who  forbids  our  weeping 
Who  the  dark  pomp  of  sorrow  has  delay'd  ? 

"  Set  down  the  bier, — he  is  not  dead  but  sleeping  ! 
"  Young  man,  arise  !" — He  spake,  and  was  obey'd  ! 

Change  then,  oh  sad  one  !  grief  to  exultation, 
Worship  and  fall  before  Messiah's  knee. 

Strong  was  his  arm,  the  Bringer  of  Salvation , 
Strong  was  the  word  of  God  to  succour  thee  ! 


SIXTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY.— No.  II. 

II.  H.  M. 

When  our  heads  are  bow'd  with  woe. 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow ; 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear. 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 


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Thou  our  throbbing  llesli  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

When  the  sullen  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departed  souls  ; 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

Thou  hast  bow'd  the  dying  head  ; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed  *, 
Thou  hast  fill'd  a  mortal  bier . 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin  ; 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear. 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

Thou  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known. 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own. 
Thou  hast  deign'd  their  load  to  bear. 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 


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SEVENTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

H.  H.  M. 

Great  God  of  Hosts !  come  down  in  Thy  glory  ! 

Shake  earth  and  heaven  with  Thine  awful  tread 
Seal  Thou  the  book  of  our  world's  dark  story ; 

Summon  to  judgement  the  quick  and  the  dead ! 

Great  God  of  Hosts,  come  down  to  rule  o'er  us  ! 

Long  have  we  pray'd  for  Thy  peaceful  reign  : 
Change  this  sad  earth  to  an  Eden  before  us ; 

Make  it  the  mansion  of  bliss  again ! 

Great  God  of  Hosts,  the  dreadful,  the  glorious ! 

Come  and  set  up  Thy  kingly  throne : 
Over  the  legions  of  Hell  victorious, 

Rule  in  the  world  of  Thy  saints  alone ! 


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EIGHTEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

II.   H.  M. 

When  God  came  down  from  Heav'n — the  living  God — 
What  signs  and  wonders  mark'd  His  stately  way  f 

Brake  out  the  winds  in  music  where  He  trode  9 
Shone  o'er  the  heav'ns  a  brighter,  softer  day  : 

The  dumb  began  to  speak,  the  blind  to  see. 
And  the  lame  leap'd,  and  pain  and  paleness  fled  ; 

The  mourner's  sunken  eye  grew  bright  with  glee, 
And  from  the  tomb  awoke  the  wondering  dead  ! 

When  God  went  back  to  heav'n — the  living  God — 

Rode  he  the  heavens  upon  a  fiery  car  r 
Waved  seraph-wings  along  His  glorious  road  ': 

Stood  still  to  wonder  each  bright  wandering  star  ^ 

Upon  the  cross  He  hung,  and  bow'd  the  head, 

And  pray'd  for  them  that  smote,  and  them  that  curst 

And,  drop  by  drop,  His  slow  life-blood  was  shed. 
And  His  last  hour  of  suflTerinor  was  His  worst  ' 


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NINETEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY.— -No.  I. 

ADDISOK. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  blue  etherial  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame. 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwearied  Sun,  from  day  to  day 
Doth  his  Creator's  praise  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  Moon  takes  up  the  wonderous  tale, 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  Earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth. 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 


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\\  hat  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball, 
What  though  nor  voice,  nor  minstrel  sound 
Among  their  radiant  orbs  be  found. 

With  saints  and  angels  they  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  their  glorious  voice  : 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine  !" 


NINETEENTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY.— No.  II. 


R.   H. 


Oh  blest  were  the  accents  of  early  creation. 

When  the  Word  of  Jehovah  came  down  from  above ; 

In  the  clods  of  the  earth  to  infuse  animation, 
And  wake  their  cold  atoms  to  life  and  to  love  ! 

And  mighty  the  tones  which  the  firmament  rended. 
When  on  wheels  of  the  thunder,  and  wings  of  the  wind, 

By  lightening,  and  hail,  and  thick  darkness  attended, 
He  utter'd  on  Sinai  His  laws  to  mankind. 


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And  sweet  was  the  voice  of  the  First-born  of  Heaven, 
(Though  poor  His  apparel,  though  earthly  His  form,) 

Who  said  to  the  mourner,  "  Thy  sins  are  forgiven !" 
*'  Be  whole  !"  to  the  sick, — and  "  Be  still !"  to  the  storm. 

Oh  Judge  of  the  world  !  when,  array'd  in  Thy  glory, 
Thy  summons  again  shall  be  heard  from  on  high, 

While  Nature  stands  trembling  and  naked  before  Thee, 
And  waits  on  Thy  sentence  to  live  or  to  die  ; 

When  the  Heav'n  shall  fly  fast  from  the  sound  of  Thy 
thunder. 

And  the  Sun,  in  Thy  light'nings,  grow  languid  and  pale, 
And  the  Sea  yield  her  dead,  and  the  Tomb  cleave  asunder, 

In  the  hour  of  Thy  terrors,  let  mercy  prevail ! 


TWENTIETH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

H.  H.  M. 

Lord,  have  mercy,  and  remove  us 

Early  to  Thy  place  of  rest. 
Where  the  heavens  are  calm  above  us, 

And  as  calm  each  sainted  breast! 


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Holiest,  hear  us  !  by  the  anguish 
On  the  cross  Thou  didst  endure, 

Let  no  more  our  sad  hearts  languish. 
In  this  weary  world  obscure  ! 

Gracious  ! — yet  if  our  repentance 
Be  not  perfect  and  sincere, 

Lord,  suspend  Thy  fatal  sentence, 
Leave  us  still  in  sadness  here  ! 

Leave  us.  Saviour  !  till  our  spirit 
From  each  earthly  taint  is  free  ; 

Fit  Thy  Kingdom  to  inherit, 
Fit  to  take  its  rest  with  Thee  ! 


TWENTY-FIRST  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 
R.  n. 

The  sound  of  war !  In  earth  and  air 

The  volleying  thunders  roll  : 
Their  fiery  darts  the  Fiends  prepare, 
And  dig  the  pit,  and  spread  the  snare, 

Against  tlie  Christian's  soul. 


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The  Tyrant's  sword,  the  rack,  the  flame; 

The  scorner's  serpent  tone, 
Of  bitter  doubt  the  barbed  aim, 
All,  all  conspire  his  heart  to  tame  : 
Force,  fraud,  and  hellish  fires  assail 
The  rivets  of  his  heavenly  mail, 

Amidst  his  foes  alone. 

Gods  of  the  vv^orld  !  ye  warrior  host 

Of  darkness  and  of  air, 
In  vain  is  all  your  impious  boast, 
In  vain  each  missile  lightening  tost, 

In  vain  the  Tempter's  snare  ! 
Though  fast  and  far  your  arrows  fly, 

Though  mortal  nerve  and  bone 
Shrink  in  convulsive  agony. 
The  Christian  can  your  rage  defy : 
Towers  o'er  his  head  Salvation's  crest,^ 
Faith  like  a  buckler,  guards  his  breast. 

Undaunted,  though  alone. 


*Tis  past !  'tis  o'er !  in  foul  defeat 

The  Demon  host  are  fled  ! 
Before  the  Saviour's  mercy-seat, 
(His  live-long  work  of  faith  complete,) 

Their  conqueror  bends  his  head. 
"  The  spoils  Thyself  hast  gained,  Lord  ! 

I  lay  before  Thy  throne  : 
Thou  wert  my  rock,  my  shield, "my  sword  ; 
My  trust  was  in  Thy  name  and  word  : 
'Twas  in  Thy  strength  my  heart  was  strong 
Thy  spirit  went  with  mine  along  ; 

How  was  I  then  alone  r" 


TWENTY-SECOND  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 


R.  H. 


Oh  God  !  my  sins  are  manifold,  against  my  life  they  cry. 
And  all  my  guilty  deeds  foregone,  up  to  Thy  temple  fly  ; 
Wilt  Thou  release  my  trembling  soul,  that  to  despair  is 
driven  7 

•  Forgive  !"  a  blessed  voice  replied,  "  and  thou  shalt  be 
forgiven  !" 


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My  toemen,  Lord  I  arc  fierce  and  fell,  they  spurn  me  in 

their  pride, 
They  render  evil  for  my  good,  my  patience  they  deride ; 
Arise,  oh  King  !  and  be  the  proud  to  righteous  ruin  driven  ! 
"  Forgive  !"  an  awful  answer  came,  "  as  thou  would'st  be 

forgiven !" 

Seven  times,  oh  Lord  !  I  pardon'd  them,  seven  times  they 

sinn'd  again : 
They  practise  still  to  work  me  woe,  they  triumph  in  my 

pain; 
But  let  them  dread  my  vengeance  now,  to  just  resentment 

driven  ! 
"  Forgive !"  the  voice  of  thunder  spake,  "  or  never  be 

forgiven  !" 


ILl 


TWENTY-THIRD  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY 

R.  H. 

From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour ; 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power ; 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour  ; 

From  yoke  of  slavery  : 
From  blinded  zeal  by  faction  led ; 
From  giddy  change  by  fancy  bred  ; 
From  poisonous  error's  serpent  head. 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free  I 

Defend,  oh  God  !  with  guardian  hand, 

The  laws  and  ruler  of  our  land. 

And  grant  our  church  Thy  grace  to  stand 

In  faith  and  unity ! 
The  spirit's  help  of  Thee  we  crave, 
That  Thou,  whose  blood  was  shed  to  save, 
May'st  at  Thy  second  coming,  have 

A  flock  to  welcome  Thee  ! 


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TWENTY-FOURTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY. 

K.  H. 

To  conquer  and  to  save,  the  Son  of  God 
Came  to  His  own  in  great  humility, 
Who  wont  to  vide  on  cherub  wings  abroad, 
And  round  Him  wrap  the  mantle  of  the  sky. 
The  mountains  bent  their  necks  to  form  His  road : 
The  clouds  dropt  down  their  fatness  from  on  high  : 
Beneath  His  feet  the  wild  waves  softly  flow'd. 
And  the  winds  kiss'd  His  garment  tremblingly  ! 

The  grave  unbolted  half  his  grisly  door, 

(For  darkness  and  the  deep  had  heard  his  fame, 

Nor  longer  might  their  ancient  rule  endure ;) 

The  mightiest  of  mankind  stood  hush'd  and  tame  : 

And,  trooping  on  strong  wing.  His  angels  came 

To  work  His  will,  and  kingdom  to  secure : 

No  strength  He  needed  save  His  Father's  name ; 

Babes  were  His  heralds,  and  his  friends  the  poor ! 

[For  Twenty-fifth  after  Trinity,  see  fourth  Sunday  in  Lent."} 

[For  the  Aiinunciafioyi  and  Purification,  see  third  Sunday  in 
T.ent.'] 


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FOR  ST.  JAMES'  DAY. 

H.   H. 

Tholgh  sorrows  rise,  and  dangers  roll 
In  waves  of  darkness  o'er  my  soul, 
Though  friends  are  false  and  love  decays, 
And  few  and  evil  are  my  days, 
Though  conscience,  fiercest  of  my  foes, 
Swells  with  remembered  guilt  my  woes. 
Yet  ev'n  in  nature's  utmost  ill, 
I  love  Thee,  Lord  !  I  love  Thee  still  I 

Though  Sinai's  curse,  in  thunder  dread. 
Peals  o'er  mine  unprotected  head, 
And  memory  points,  with  busy  pain. 
To  grace  and  mercy  given  in  vain, 
Till  nature,  shrinking  in  the  strife. 
Would  fly  to  hell  to  'scape  from  life. 
Though  every  thought  has  power  to  kill, 
I  love  Thee,  Lord  !  I  love  Thee  still ! 

Oh,  by  the  pangs  Thyself  hast  borne, 
The  ruffian's  blow,  the  tyrant's  scorn  : 
By  Sinai's  curse,  whose  dreadful  doom 
Was  buried  in  Thv  guiltless  tomb  : 


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By  these  my  pangs,  whose  healing  smart, 
Thy  grace  hath  planted  in  my  heart ; 
I  know,  I  feel,  Thy  bounteous  will ! 
Thou  lovest  me,  Lord  I  Thou  lovest  me  still ! 


ST.  JOHN  THE  BAPTIST'S  DAY. 

DRUMMOND. 

The  last  and  greatest  herald  of  Heaven's  King, 
Clad  in  rough  skins,  fled  to  the  forest  wild, 
Amid  that  savage  brood  the  woods  forth  bring. 
Which  he  than  man  more  harmless  found  and  mild. 
His  food  was  locusts,  and  what  there  doth  spring. 
With  honey  which  from  virgin  hives  distill'd. 

Then  burst  he  forth — "  All  ye  whose  hearts  rely 
On  God,  with  me  amid  these  deserts  mourn ! 
Repent,  repent,  and  from  old  errors  turn  !" 
The  nations  trembled  at  his  warning  cry ; 
And  the  rude  echoes,  which  he  made  relent, 
Rang  from  their  flinty  caves — "  Repent !  repent !" 

lFo7'  St.  Peter'' s  day,  see  the  fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.'] 
[For  all  other  Saints'  days,  see  St.  Stephen's  day."] 
[For  JVovemher  5,  January  30,  King^s  Accession,  ^-c.  see 
twenty-third  Sunday  after  Trinity.'] 


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MICHAELMAS  DAY.— No.  I. 

DRUiMMOND. 

To  Thee  oh  Christ !  thy  Father's  light, 
Life,  virtue  which  our  heart  inspires ; 

In  presence  of  thine  angels  bright 
We  sing  with  voice  and  with  desires ; 

Ourselves  we  mutually  invite 

To  melody  with  answering  quires  ! 

With  reverence  we  Thy  soldiers  praise, 
Who  near  the  Heavenly  throne  abide  ; 

But  chiefly  Him  whom  God  doth  raise 
The  strong  celestial  host  to  guide  ; 

Michael,  who  by  his  power  dismays 
And  beateth  down  th'  apostate's  pride  ! 


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MICHAELMAS  DAY.— No.  II. 

R.  H. 

Oh  captain  of  God's  host,  whose  dreadful  might 
Led  forth  to  war  the  armed  seraphim, 

And  from  the  starry  height, 

Subdued  in  burning  fight, 
Cast  down  that  ancient  Dragon,  dark  and  grim  ! 

Thine  angels,  Christ !  we  laud  in  solemn  lays, 
Our  elder  brethren  of  the  crystal  sky. 

Who,  'mid  Thy  glory's  blaze, 

The  ceaseless  anthem  raise, 
And  gird  Thy  throne  in  faithful  ministry  ! 

We  celebrate  their  love,  whose  viewless  wing 
Hath  left  for  us  so  oft  their  mansion  high. 

The  mercies  of  their  King 

To  mortal  saints  to  bring, 
Or  guard  the  couch  of  slumbering  infancy. 

But  Thee,  the  First  and  Last,  we  glorify. 
Who,  when  Thy  world  was  sunk  in  death  and  sin, 

Not  with  Thine  hierarchy. 

The  armies  of  the  sky, 
But  didst  with  Thine  own  arm  the  battle  win. 


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Alone  didst  pass  the  dark  and  dismal  shore. 
Alone  didst  tread  the  wine-press,  and  alone, 

All  glorious  in  Thy  gore, 

Didst  light  and  life  restore. 
To  us  who  lay  in  darkness  and  undone  ! 

Therefore,  with  angels  and  archangels,  we 
To  Thy  dear  love  our  thankful  chorus  raise. 

And  tune  our  songs  to  Thee 

Who  art,  and  art  to  be, 
And,  endless  as  Thy  mercies,  sound  Thy  praise  I 


FOR  A  DAY  OF  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING- 

ANON. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destrov  '. 


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118 

His  sovereign  power  without  our  aid 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  Heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise ! 

Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  Thyself  Thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  have  ceased  to  move  ! 


FOR  THE  SAME. 

ADDISON. 


When  all  Thy  mercies,  oh  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view  Pm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


119 

Oil  liow  shall  words  with  e(iual  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare 


That  glows  within  my  beating  heart? 
But  Thou  canst  read  it  there  ! 

Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd. 

And  all  my  wants  redrest ; 
When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  haste  I  ran  ; 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 
With  health  renew'd  my  face  ; 

And,  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk. 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  goodly  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ, 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 


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Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
My  strains  of  love  renew. 

Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise ; 

For  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  Thy  praise  ! 


IN  TIMES  OF  DISTRESS  AND  DANGER. 


R.   H. 


Oh  God  that  madest  earth  and  sky,  the  darkness  and  the 

day. 
Give  ear  to  this  Thy  family,  and  help  us  when  we  pray  ! 
For  wide  the  waves  of  bitterness  around  our  vessel  roar, 
And  heavy  grows  the  pilot's  heart  to  view  the  rocky  shore  ! 


The  cross  our  master  bore  for  us,  for  Him  we  fain  would 

bear, 
But  mortal  strength  to  weakness  turns,  and  courage  to 

despair ! 
Then  mercy  on  our  failings,  Lord  !    our  sinking  faith 

renew ! 
And  when  Thy  sorrows  visit  us,  oh  send  Thy  patience 

t(^o  I 


BEFORE  A  COLLECTION  MADE  FOR  THE 

SOCIETY  FOR  THE  PROPAGATION 

OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


R.  H. 


From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river. 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain  I 


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What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Java's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 
The  Heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone  ! 

Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  oh.  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name  ! 

Waft  waft  ye  winds  his  story, 
And  you  ye  waters  roll, 

Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 


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Till  o'er  our  ransoin'cl  Nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign  ! 

[O/t   the   Dedication  of  a    Church,  see  first    Sunday  after 
Easter.~\ 


AN  INTROIT,  TO  BE  SUNG  BETWEEN  THE 
LITANY  AND  COMMUNION  SERVICE. 

R.   H. 

Oh  most  merciful ! 

Oh  most  bountiful ! 

God  the  Father  Almighty  I 

By  the  Redeemer's 

Sweet  intercession 

Hear  us,  help  us  when  we  crv  ! 


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HYMN  AFTER  SERMON. 

ANON. 

Lord,  now  we  part  in  thy  blest  name, 
In  which  we  here  together  came, 
Grant  us  our  few  remaining  days 
To  work  thy  will,  and  spread  thy  praise ! 

Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless 
The  Lord,  our  strength  and  righteousness ; 
And  grant  us  all  to  meet  above. 
Then  shall  we  better  sing  thy  love  ! 


BEFORE  THE  SACRAMENT. 


K.   H. 


Bread  of  the  world,  in, mercy  broken  ! 

Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed  ! 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken. 

And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead  ! 


i'2o 

Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 

And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 

That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed  ! 

[iSVe  also  the  Hymn  for  second  Sunday  after  Trinity. ~\ 


MORNLXG  HYMN. 

BP.  KEXN. 

Awake  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ! 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Awake  !  lift  up  thyself  my  heart ! 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  thanks  to  their  Almighty  King 


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12G 

Glory  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept. 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
1  may  of  endless  life  partake  ! 

Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ! 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill ! 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite  ! 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
Praise  Him  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  Heavenly  Host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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\'S 


EVENING  HYMN. 

HP.   KENN. 

Glory  to  Thee  my  God  !  this  night. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  ligiit ! 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  Kings  ! 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings  ! 

Forgive  me  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
T  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be  ! 

Oh  let  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 
And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  work  Thy  will  when  I  awake  ! 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
With  joy  behold  the  judgement  dav  ! 

Praise  God.  <i  <\ 


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ANOTHER. 


R.   H. 


God  that  madest  Earth  and  Heaven. 

Darkness  and  light ! 
AVho  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ! 
May  Thine  Angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us. 

This  livelong  night ! 


AT  A  FUNERAL. 

R.   H. 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead. 

Above  us  is  the  Heaven  I 


lit) 

Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone. 

Their  bones  are  in  the  clay ; 
And  ere  another  day  is  done, 

Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

He  lurks  in  every  flower  j 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 

Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay. 

And  Fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
Halt  feebly  towards  the  tomb, 

And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage. 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  r 

Turn  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  belo^^ , 

And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 


i:3() 

Turn  Christian,  turn!  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  ; 

The  bones  that  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  Hell  or  Heaven ! 


ANOTHER. 


R.  H, 


Thou  art  gone  to  the  Grave  !  but  we  will  not  deplore 
thee. 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb : 
Thy  Saviour  has  pass'd  through  its  portal  before  thee, 

And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom ! 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 

But  the  wide  arms  of  Mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  sinless  has  died ! 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and,  its  mansion  forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  linger'd  long , 

But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beam'd  on  thy  waking. 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was  the  Seraphim's 
song ! 


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Thou  art  gone  to  the  gnive  !  but  wc  will  not  deplore  tliec, 
Whose  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian  and  guide  ; 

He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore  thee. 
And  Death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died  ! 


ON  RECOVERY  FROM  SICKNESS. 

H.    H. 

Oh  Saviour  of  the  faithful  dead, 
With  whom  Thy  servants  dwell, 

Though  cold  and  green  the  turf  is  spread 
Above  their  narrow  cell, — 

No  more  we  cling  to  mortal  clay, 

We  doubt  and  fear  no  more. 
Nor  shrink  to  tread  the  darksome  way 

Which  Thou  hast  trod  before  ! 

'Twas  hard  from  those  I  loved  to  go. 

Who  knelt  around  my  bed. 
Whose  tears  bedew'd  my  burning  brow, 

Whose  arms  upheld  my  head  ! 


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As,  fading  tVom  my  dizzy  view. 

I  sought  their  forms  in  vain, 
The  bitterness  of  death  T  knew. 

And  groan 'd  to  live  again. 

'Twas  dreadful  when  th'  Accuser's  power 

Assail'd  my  sinking  heart, 
Recounting  every  wasted  hour. 

And  each  unworthy  part : 

But,  Jesus  !  in  that  mortal  fray. 

Thy  blessed  comfort  stole. 
Like  sunshine  in  a  stormy  day, 

Across  my  darken'd  soul ! 

When  soon  or  late,  this  feeble  breath 

No  more  to  thee  shall  pray, 
Support  me  through  the  vale  of  death. 

And  in  the  darksome  way  ! 

When  cloth'd  in  fleshly  weeds  again 

I  wait  Thy  dread  decree. 
Judge  of  the  world  !  bethink  Thee  then 

That  Thou  hast  died  for  me. 

THR  END. 


